So The last two days have been spent with a tag of anger scritching my skin , similar to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, I Took some of it out on my grass, exercise is always a good way of relieving SOME anger…..but there is that little bit that hangs on like a starving tick, making moments of bursting irritability that pop unexpectedly, Or causing headaches that last throughout the entire day.
Its hard to let go when you get really upset, You want to fight back with words that are sharpened to the finest daggers of pain, and shout them at your assailant with fervor, Hoping they feel the pain that is only yours. You cannot know what is in another’s heart or soul….or why they struck out at you, but with all your fiber you must battle the thick blood of anger and revenge, it only makes the carrier ill, eating away at your insides Like a Vulture scavenging road kill.
Find something good to cleanse the the wound that sour words created, I write out mine in an art journal, and then paint over it, or use words or sayings that portray what I need to get out without revealing anything too personal….I always know what they mean, even years later, but anyone could look on and only see a piece of art that I created.
I will be back, once again to share the dark hours with all fellow Vampyre’s that enjoy the late night more than the daylight. I Hope the evening finds all of you hungry for what your soul has to reveal…